A smile unconsciously lands on Daichi's lips. "There you are, gorgeous." He whispers to his husband's ear, wrapping two strong arms around his waist. He smells of freshly-bloomed jasmines, the scent of blossoms quickly clung unto him. Daichi stares at Suga, wonderstruck, wondering what winds ever brought him a creature this perfect.
Suga's aura draws Daichi in like playful conversations, enchanting him at every given moment. He turns around, wrapping his arms around Daichi's neck. His beauty blends well with the flower field, but at the same time, as if all their colors turned monochrome, Suga being the only one exhibiting a thousand varying hues beside the muted tones of pink, blue, and yellow.
Daichi brushes a finger upon Suga's smooth jawline. As he lets his finger glide on his husband's skin, he was able to learn a new thing about the other. How Suga's skin is similar to a flower's petal — smooth, lustrous, with a surface similar to a newly-woven winter sweater.
Suga is indeed a flower. But just like one, he is soon to wilt.
(an excerpt from an upcoming chapter. i've been writing for 3 days straight now, and it hurts. i hope y'all are having a wonderful day! <3)